Right and Reverse / Oikea ja nurja, 1998. Dress-shaped textile sculpture just before it was buried in the ground to be slowly decayed

On Paper

Other Works

Exhibitions & Cv

Compression / Tiivistys, 2017, acrylic on canvas, 120 x 100 cm

I carried this picture — paintings and paperworks

Solo exhibition in Galerie Pleiku, Berlin.

A piece of advice for those taking a journey: Bring only what you truly need.

In its unique way my exhibition is a part of that endless buzzing, where we humans — from an adequate distance the size of ants — carry our baggage on this planet here and there for a variety of reasons.

Many of the pieces of the exhibition are really nothing more than cropping and framing to events: images without images. They are surfaces for remembering and recalling. They may also be peepholes or secret windows to look through. For the first time, and again. Light and colour is what they are made of.

These works have also been affected by those pocket-sized cardboard cases with oval-shaped or rounded windows on the cover — they used to hold collages of photos of various cities and were maybe once meant to be souvenirs.

Teoksia paperille | Verk på papper | Works on Paper

Solo exhibition in Gallery Katariina’s Studio, Helsinki.

My exhibition is an entity that can be carried under one’s arm. It travels on a hat rack of a train and then unfolds as a painting installation in a space. Paintings on paper mainly with acrylic and aquarelle colours accompanied by some folds.

The starting points of my pieces are, for example, stacks of mattress pads, the colour of an old sleeping bag and those shade-thriven misleading things that make one paint also something transparent and crystal-like when trying to reach them.

ARKKI (Engl. sheet, ark, archaeon)– Paintings

Solo exhibition in the library of Tyrnävä.

FIRST LIGHT – Paintings after Winter

The contact – moments on no-man’s-land

New paintings. Wandering from late winter through spring and summer, ending up here.

As I started my journey I had a memory, which now I could call a map. It’s folded to the size of a small envelope, fragile when opened, red carbon paper full of small crosses. This paper, which I once found and which has intrigued me ever since, is my mother’s old embroidery pattern, a script for stitches. It has been an instrument of chores, and doesn’t really have anything to do with the world of art, but the tradition of craft and decoration. Being that, by accident, it is also a beautiful minimalistic drawing. [...]